My pet has the following symptoms:
My 12 year old mixed breed dog, Earl,died three days ago. He was very healthy for his age and people couldn't believe he was 12. We walked most every day and always took some very steep hills, his weight was perfect, the only medicine he was on was glucosamine for the beginnings of arthritis.
I was at work and my husband texted me at 4:30 saying the dog was sick and I should come home. He was reluctant to tell me, but finally said he thought Earl could be dying. I rushed home. According to my husband, he fed Earl and the cat as usual. Earl ate his food and then licked the cat's dish, as he always did. Then he walked out of the kitchen and my husband heard him fall over. He went to see what happened and Earl was laying on the floor, his eyes were bulging and his body appeared to be convulsing. Then his legs got stiff and his eyes became fixed.
Then I got home, called the vet to say we were coming, wrapped him in a towel, and got in the car. The vet examined him and said he thought he either had an aneurysm, stroke, or less likely, a seizure. He said Earl had a 50/50 chance of making it through the next hour and if he did, only a 25% chance of living through the night. He said we could either take him home with pain meds in him, and possibly have to bring him in at 2 a.m. for pain relief, or leave him at the vet with IV fluids, valium and steroids.
I was in shock at this point, I had thought by dear little dog would live to be at least 14. I asked if I could sit with him, because if he died in the next hour, I wanted to at least be there for him. I went in back and his eyes were not seeing me, he was not responding to my touch or voice as he normally would. It was as though he was already gone, just his body remained. The Dr.said he had no pulse points in his legs and didn't have any pain responses. I think the vet knew it was a lost cause but was trying to soften the blow for me.
I wanted to give my dog every chance to survive, so I said, since he was still alive after the hour, to start the IV fluids and see if he made it through the night. Then I had to say good bye to my sweet boy and hope he would make it.
The next morning the vet called and said Earl had passed sometime in the night. He assured me that he was not in any pain and was in a medically induced coma when he died.
That was Wednesday morning, and here it is Friday night. All around me are reminders that my little buddy is gone. He isn't here to greet me when I come home, he isn't here to play with me, he isn't here to eat the crumbs that fall on the floor at dinner. I miss his warm little body on the bed at night.
It's not so bad at work because he wasn't a part of my life there, but coming home is the worst now without him to greet me. I've lost pets before, but there was always a time of decline and sickness where I had to decide when to let them go. With Earl, there was no time to adjust to the idea of losing him. This has been the most difficult pet loss I've ever experienced. My heart goes out to anyone who is or has experienced something similar with their dear pet.